The Distant Nightmare
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old manor into slick, black mirrors reflecting the storm-wracked sky, and it was in this suffocating, dripping quiet that Elias Thorne, a man whose mind had been ground down to dust by the machinery of the university, finally looked up from his ledger and saw the mirror. It was not a vanity...
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